I think the phrase, "third times the charm," is just a thing people say so they can see you screw up for yet another time. And it's not even the third, it's the fourth. The fourth time something bad has happened to a geranium I have owned. But this time, it just died.
My bad Geranium history:
1. A caterpillar's munched on it(which was pretty cool though)
2. It's gone crashing to the ground(thanks, cat)
3. It's been stolen!(damn Somerville hooligans),
4. and then evil cat tormented it to a bitter end(mostly by lying in it while I was at work or asleep, and maybe, possibly peeing in it occasionally).
I re-potted a piece that survived, but I should have know better! And now it's pathetically lingering on my kitchen table until I have enough gumption to get rid of it.
Bon Voyage sweet geranium! Until the next time one of your kind is unlucky enough to become my plant.